Heedless, the fool, who knows his folly
And will not look back to stop.
Headlong toward the brink he runs
So unafraid of death.
Heading for a lover's dark demise
Knowing well the many lies
Are wisps of truth dressed in black ties.
So he runs, as his heart cries.
Reckless, foolish, brave, the fool
Makes fleet footsteps toward the gate
Loving what cannot be loved
Choosing the wrath of care than the pain of hate.